[There's a slight delay - it's been a few months for him! - but he visibly perked up when he finally recognised the gesture. The fist bump! His and Shez's special gesture that gave him the warm and fuzzies every time they performed it - an affirmation that Byleth had managed to make a friend through his own efforts, and one that accepted him for all his weirdness and strangeness.
...granted, after trying to kill each other for a while, but still.
So, he reached out, gently bumping his fist against Shez's, that small, barely there smile becoming that little bit wider.]
You're right. We promised to watch out for each other, to never fight again, didn't we?
[Ah, to the death, that is. Spars were still a very much enjoyed and vital part of their relationship!]
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...granted, after trying to kill each other for a while, but still.
So, he reached out, gently bumping his fist against Shez's, that small, barely there smile becoming that little bit wider.]
You're right. We promised to watch out for each other, to never fight again, didn't we?
[Ah, to the death, that is. Spars were still a very much enjoyed and vital part of their relationship!]